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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.