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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.