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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.