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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.