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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Misunderstood 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.