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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.