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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.