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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.