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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.