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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.