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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Wire,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.