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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.