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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.