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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.