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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
EPMD,
Technova,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.