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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Organ to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
X-101,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.