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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.