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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.