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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.