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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.