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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 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 808 and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.