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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Japan,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.