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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
10cc,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.