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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Nas,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.