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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.