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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.