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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Index,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.