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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.