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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.