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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.