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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.