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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.