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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.