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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.