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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.