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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Wings,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.