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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 snare 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.