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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Black Moon to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.