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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.