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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.