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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.