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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.