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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.