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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Suicide to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.