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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Zapp,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.