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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.