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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.