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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.