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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.