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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.