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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.