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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.