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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.