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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.