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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.