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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.