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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.