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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.