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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.