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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.