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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
10cc,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.