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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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?
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.