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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.