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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.