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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.