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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.