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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Monks,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.