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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.