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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.