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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.