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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.