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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.