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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.