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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.