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 Iran 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.