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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 a marimba and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.