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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.