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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Crime,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.