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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.