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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.