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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.