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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Index,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.