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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.