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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.