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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
The Remains,
JFA,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.