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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.