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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 a guitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.