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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
the Association,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.