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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.