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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.