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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Slave,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.