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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.