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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.