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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.