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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Oblivians,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.