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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.