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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.