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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.