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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Fear,
10cc,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.