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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.