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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.