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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.