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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.