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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
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.