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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.