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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.