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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.