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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Japan,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.