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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.