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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.