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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.