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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.