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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.