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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.