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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow 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 disco 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.