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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.