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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Mars,
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.