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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Fear,
The Gories,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.