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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Q65,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.