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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.