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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.