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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.