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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Pole,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.