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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.