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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.