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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.