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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Remains,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.