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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.