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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.