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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.