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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.