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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.