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 Italy and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.