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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.