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 Maldives and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.