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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Index,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.