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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Wire,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.