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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.