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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.