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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.