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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Ten City,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.