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 Congo 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.