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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.