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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.