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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.