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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.