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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.