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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.