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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.