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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The Fall,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.