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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.