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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.