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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.