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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.