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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.