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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.