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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.