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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.