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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.