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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
X-102,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.