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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.