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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.