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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Lungfish,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.