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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.