Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.