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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Television,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.