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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.