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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.