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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.