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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Monks,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.