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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.