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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slave to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
June of 44,
X-102,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.