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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.