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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.