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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 an oboe and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.