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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.