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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.