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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.