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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.