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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.