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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.