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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.