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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.