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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Visage,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
10cc,
X-102,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.