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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.