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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.