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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.