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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
10cc,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.