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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.