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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.