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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.