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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.