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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.