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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.