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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.