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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.