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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.