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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.