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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.