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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.