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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Shoche,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.