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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.