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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
UT,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.