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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.