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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Television,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.