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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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?
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.