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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, 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.