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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.