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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.