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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.