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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.