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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.