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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.