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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.