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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.