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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Jandek,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.