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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.