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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.