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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.