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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.