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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Visage,
June of 44,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.