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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.