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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Wire,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.