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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.