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 Africa and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Can,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.