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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.