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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.