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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.