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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
UT,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.