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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.