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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.