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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.