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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.