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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.