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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.