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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.