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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.