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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.