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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.