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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.