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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.