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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.