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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.