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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.