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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
cv313,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Derrick May,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.