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 Congo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.