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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.