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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.