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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Fear,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.