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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.