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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.