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 Senegal 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Mars,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.