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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.