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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.