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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.