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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.