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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.