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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Move,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.