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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 a-ha to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.