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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.