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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.