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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.