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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.