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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Litter,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.