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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.