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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.