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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.