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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.