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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Q65,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.