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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Visage,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.