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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.