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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.