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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace 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?
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.