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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.