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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.