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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.