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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.