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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.