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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.