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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.