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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
the Slits,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.