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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.