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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.