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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.