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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
JFA,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.