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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.