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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Excepter,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.