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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.