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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Monks,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.