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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.