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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.