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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.