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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.