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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.