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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.