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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.