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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
X-102,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.