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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.