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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.