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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.