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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.