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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.