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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.