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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.