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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.