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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.