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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.