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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Rakim,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.