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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Scion,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.