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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
DNA,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.