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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Scion,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.