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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.