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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.