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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.