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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mission of Burma 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.