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 Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Visage,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.