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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.