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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.