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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.