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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.