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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.