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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.