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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.