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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.