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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.