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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.