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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.