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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.