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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.