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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.