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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Cluster,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Sparks,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.