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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.