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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.