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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.