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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.