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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.