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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.