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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.