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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.