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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.