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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.