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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.