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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.