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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.