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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.