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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
MDC,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.