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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Skriet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.