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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.