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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.