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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.