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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
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.