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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.