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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.