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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.