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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.