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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.