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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.