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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.