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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.