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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.