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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.