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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Mars,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.