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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Crime,
ABC,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.