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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.