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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.