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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Scion,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.