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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.