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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.