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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.