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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.