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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.