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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.