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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.