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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.