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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.