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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.