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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.