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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.