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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.