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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.