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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.