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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.