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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.