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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Crime,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.