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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.