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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.