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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.