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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.