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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Symarip,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.