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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.