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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.