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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.