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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.