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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.