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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.