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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.