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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.