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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.