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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.