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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.