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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.