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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.