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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.