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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.