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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.