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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.