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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.