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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.