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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.