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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
The Slits,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.