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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.