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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.