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 Germany and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.