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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
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.