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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.