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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Litter,
CMW,
Nico,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.