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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.