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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Erasure,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.