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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.