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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.