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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.