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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Nas,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.