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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.