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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.