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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Rekid,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.