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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.