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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Section 25,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.