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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.