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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.