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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.