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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.