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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.