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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.