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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.