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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.