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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.