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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Index,
Magazine,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.