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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.