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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.