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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.