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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.