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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.