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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.