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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.