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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.