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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Can,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Pagans,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.