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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.