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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
the Association,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.