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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.