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 Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.