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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Parry Music 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.