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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.