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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.