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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.