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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.