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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Brick,
MC5,
Jandek,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
UT,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.