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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.