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 Uzbekistan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Normal,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.