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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.