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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.