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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.