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 Peru and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.