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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Wire,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.