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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.