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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.