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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.