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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.