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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.