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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.