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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.