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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.