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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.