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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.