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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.