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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Index,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.