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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.