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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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?
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.