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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.