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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.