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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.