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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.