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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.