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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.