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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.