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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.