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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.