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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.