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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.