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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All UT 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 jazz 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 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.