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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
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.