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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.