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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.