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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.