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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.