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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.