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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.