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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.