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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Index,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.