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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
X-101,
Wire,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.