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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Gong,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.