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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
UT,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.