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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.