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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.