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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.