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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Nico,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.