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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.