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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.