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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.