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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.