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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.