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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Pole,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
UT,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.