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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.